You were shaking, huddled in a corner, sobbing from the terror that consumed you. Like a sticky poison, fear enveloped your body and mind, making it impossible to think rationally.

Everything around you swept past you in a frenzied dance: blood, screams, gunshots, the voices of your teammates. Everything merged into a cacophony of sounds and flashing images.

Graves quickly knelt down beside you and shook you violently by the shoulders. "Come to your senses you idiot!" He bellowed and a searing pain flared on your cheek with a ringing pop.

"This is war, you should have been ready for it. You should have been prepared for the fact that not all of us will come back alive! This isn't a game of rubber bullets and toy guns, so pick up your snot and let's get the hell out of here!"

Graves grabbed your hand and helped you to your feet.